*Kellin pov* ---this is just a small filter,to hold you down until the next chapter----

i wake up to feel the bed empty, i thought vic was here last night. i streach out my arms and slowly make my way out of bed, i shuffle my way into the living room/kitchen, small house problems. i open the fridge and from the corner of my eyes i see a cute little mexican sleeping on my couch. i close my fridge and open my refrigerator and take out two waffles and put them into the toaster. i hope vic wakes up before it dings and goes up, it scares me while i am still awake. i put my head over vic's and i move some hair out of his face,making him scrunch up his nose and he slowly moves making him flip off the couch. he groans making me laugh.

"owch!" vic groans even louder.

he sits up rubbing his head and then he looks at me and smiles.

"no good morning kiss?" he asks and i move around the couch and lean down pressing my lips to his slowly, he slowly kisses back then i hear the waffles jump up. and i rush to put them on a plate, and i put maple surp on them, im about to take a bite out of one when its taken away, right out of my hand.

"vic" i whine and he smirks at me as he continues eating it.

"you still have one" he states and motions to the one i have left on my plate.

"but i wanted that one!"

"what one?"

"vic?!? two is better than one!"

"oh so where is your other boyfriend"

i roll my eyes at his comment.

"you are the best one, so im sorry im not hiding one" i say sarcastically.

"dang it, i was looking forward to looking for him" vic jokes as he kisses my neck

"eww sticky" i say in a high pitched voice, like one i would make if i saw a spider

"mmm,not my falut" he mumbles into my neck

we spend the rest of the day together, just laying in bed, enjoying eachothers company, that is until he gets called to go leave and get ready for the show, he invited me to go, but its sunday night, and i thought maybe for once i should sleep early, its my birthday tomorrow, and i have a huge day, i bet its going to be a day of hidding for me, lucky enough, i didnt get beat up on friday, but its my birthday, tomorrow,who knows what kind of gifts i have waiting for me, no one can save me now.

i sigh deeply as i lay back into bed, stairing at the clock '9:00' it reads in bright green letters, vic is already on stage, and i get no goodnight call, not that i was expecting one, vic just said goodbye, before rushing out. leaving me here, he didnt even give me a goodbye kiss. he seemed so out of it, as he quickly rushed out.